Cheoah’s Pest – Up Close And Personal

The Herd has settled into quite comfortable pairings – Kiska and Qannik; Frankie and Boom Boom; Cheoah and her pest, Typhoon.

Typhoon chewing on his sister's neck.

Typhoon chewing on his sister’s neck.

Hu-Dad was sitting on the deck brushing Cheoah – one of her favorite activities – when Typhoon came bounding up. He never really worries what others are up to when he announces his own priorities.

Guess our quiet moment is over, Hu-Dad.

Guess our quiet moment is over, Hu-Dad.

So Cheoah’s brushing session was over and the games commenced. In case you are wondering if Cheoah was bothered by the interruption, we think the next picture sums that up.

Woo, that was fun!

Woo, that was fun!

2 Comments

  1. Dennis the Vizsla on August 28, 2017 at 12:03 am

    om nom nom nom nom!!! ha ha ok bye

  2. Lori on August 23, 2017 at 6:49 am

    A good wrestle match is perfect for the soul!

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